Tag Archives: Closet

So, of course, we follow them into the bathroom. A giant guy and one of the smartest (and coolest) girls I’ve ever met tell me to follow them into a bathroom in London. What the heck? I’m following them in! … Continue reading →

The rest of the morning and early afternoon are a whirlwind of activity. People saying goodbye to each other, packing, eating and laughing. Sister-In-Law of a King takes me on one last walk through her garden and tells me I must … Continue reading →

More dancing, more drinking. We grow tired of the tiki club and wander out on to the street and into the cars. Giant Bodyguard, Antarctic Sister, MB and I get in one and everyone else gets in the other two cars. MB sits … Continue reading →

MB and I hang out in Italy for a while with Boyfriend, Girlfriend and Boyfriend’s family. We travel to small towns around the area and go to lavish parties that I most likely wouldn’t be going to under normal circumstances. It was quite … Continue reading →

Brother of a King and Sister-in-Law of a King meet us at the airport. We do a few quick introductions, pile into some cars and head off to their place. MB and I decide to stay low and just hang out in our room but they … Continue reading →